I'm gonna leave out a lot cause it involves a lot of other people's personal details and that's not cool
but my current story isn't my first story so I'm not sure if I should start there
or if I should start with my older stories. they were made around the same time-ish anyway
I had to drop out of high school in 2010 because I was having seizures from stress. one of my teachers was stalking me and I lost a lot of friends to this. Art was all I really had at this point. in my mind art was the only thing that wouldn't leave me, so I had to draw every day.
I was going through depression and suicidal ideation but I wasn't aware of it so I buried it deep inside.
I created my first webcomic which did decently on DA but I had no idea about writing so it went on permanent hiatus while I practiced writing. which is where my current story came from. My current story scared me when I first wrote it, the fact that it could come out of my imagination, made me anxious to write so I put it on hold "till I was an adult" I don't think I knew back then that I was just venting.
in 2012 I ended up moving and losing contact with what few friends I had left. (and I hadn't realized my old friends were horrible people) I'd see them a few times a year if anything at this point I mostly just talked to people online. Shorty after my 18th birthday I got asked out by ""someone"" who was a functioning alcoholic and I said yes cause everyone told me to.
I spent a lot of time holed up in my room just trying to pass the time watching TV
2013 is when I met my current boyfriend (LDR) who encouraged me to keep working on my stories, cause until that point I had just been sketching concepts but not really working on them anymore.
My turtle passed away, she was always very sickly but I had her since I was 9 so she was supposed to live longer than I was
And I'm gonna be honest I don't remember much of this year
2014
my dog passed away, and just a few months later my mom decided the best way to cope would be to get a new one, also to get birds and snakes that she's not going to take care of but that I have to take care of. My suicidal ideations became LOUDER, I would occasionally go for walks outside in the middle of the night just to see if my family noticed or cared and they didn't, I'd be gone for hours by the ocean, every time just wondering why I didn't have the guts to drown myself.
that was also the year of the last convention I went to. I got harassed by a drunk homeless man grabbing my hair and telling me I look pretty (in front of a lot of people) and everyone forgot it was my birthday despite knowing me for like a decade. then they act like it's my fault??? That's when I decided to stop talking to them to this day the only person I talk to now is my sister, and even that's hard.
2015
this year nearly every day was just a constant mental breakdown, i'd be crying all the time I eventually had one so big that happened to be on easter that my mom signed me up for a therapist but I was on a waitlist for a year.
My dad started sending his stalker letters in the mail again and he found me and my sisters social media so we had to delete them
2016
I overdosed on benzodiazepines- not on purpose but for those that don't know if you take them a lot your body gets used to them and they don't work so you want more. and I had been taking them since I was 11 without a prescription.
We moved again, we were supposed to buy a really big house for the whole family but my uncle stole all the money from my grandfather's will so we ended up getting an apartment that was in a shit neighborhood with black mold and leaky pipes
2017
Finally got a therapist, after a few months there I told her about the suicidal ideations and I opted to go to the hospital, by choice.
I moved in with my grandmother a day afterward while the day I came back from the hospital my mom was packing to move to Florida and she ended up selling our dog to her friend.
living with her was only slightly easier cause I knew I wasn't gonna be homeless and I wasn't gonna starve where mom would steal my money and forget to feed me.
I saved up some money so I could go to California and visit my boyfriend and that would be the thing from 2017- 2019 when I would go there and come back and eventually around new years 2020 after he moved to AZ I moved in with his family and we found a place together. And while I'm still in therapy and the suicidal thoughts come back every now and then I'm doing loads better. And honestly writing all this down I'm kinda proud I got this far.
when you only see yourself in the present, it's hard to see just how much progress you've made.